" "But how in the Lord's name was she brought up? There's a queer story back of this somewhere. Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. It was very much like a real house, with one central stalagmite that looked like a column and a waterfall that served when she wanted to bathe. ’ ‘Oh, she is English?’ repeated Alderley, interest perking up. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. She uncrossed her legs and lowered herself, carefully and slowly, until she lay supine. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. He pulled rein at the sight of her, saluted, and regarded her with his rather too protuberant eyes. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain.
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